"Between the breaks of small talk, sometimes I run out of things to say in our conversation. Because there is so much I actually want to say but I can't. Not now, not at night, not when it might just be a dream lived briefly or a mirage that clears up when the smoke is gone. I want to tell him that I've never stopped believing and never gave up. That all it takes is saying Yes and that's all it's ever been. I'd say that I am never sure about anything, but I am about us. I'd say, isn't it strange that we come back always? It's almost like there is a reality that still needs to be lived, a love that still needs to be felt, like I need to kiss your lips or else the world will always be lacking. But I can't. So I sometimes don't know what to respond to the small talks."